Even Further fantasies of Being a Whore. Category: Long and Satisfying.
Welcome to ‘Even Further Fantasies of being a Whore.’ This is the third part in my ‘Fantasies of Being a Whore’ story, was originally published in three parts in August 2023, and was my first attempt at long-form erotica writing. Following the sage advice to ‘write about what you know’, this is a true story. If you landed here randomly from the interweb, Part 1 is here.
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So, I had just sold my (rather wet) panties to a man whose name I did not even know, having taken them off in front of him and in a public place. As you do. Quite obviously lines had been crossed and I wasn’t even completely sure how.
I had worked myself into such a state of horniness and anxiety by the time that guy pulled over in the car I felt like I was having an altered consciousness experience. I had not shooed him away and instead had stayed ‘in character’ and now here I was, knickerless, watching his taillights driving away. I did have £50 tucked into my right stocking-top, though.
I reached into my coat to retrieve the money and stuff it into my pocket, and as I was doing so, the headlights of another car approached, slowing and pulling into the kerb where I was standing. My heart leapt to my throat. I was sure now that the game was up; the police had been watching or some violent local pimp. They had seen money change hands and were moving in.
I heard a voice saying, ‘Looking for business, darling?’ My eyes had been dazzled from staring, like the proverbial frightened rabbit, into the headlights, and I took a moment or two to adjust. The voice was familiar, though. Sean.
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I stared, dumb for a couple of moments. Like at so many other points in the last half an hour, my mind was a mess of conflicting emotions. Anger, certainly. Where the fuck had he been? Shame, of course. My left hand, in my coat pocket, was still clutching the notes which I had exchanged for my wet thong only a minute or two ago. Fortunately, the third feeling was the one which won in that moment: horniness.
I pushed the other two emotions away and flicked back into character. I took a couple of steps to the open car window and bent down. ‘Hello, handsome. Did you have anything in particular in mind?’
‘Yes, I don’t have a whole lot of time, so I’d like to take you somewhere and fuck you over the bonnet of my car.’ Oh god, here came that throb between my legs again.
‘Obviously. I want to finish in your mouth, too. How much for oral without?’
“Well, I don’t normally do that as a rule, but, for you, I would swallow you all down for an extra £20 – a total of…’ I actually hadn’t got a clue what the ‘going rate’ was, so I picked a figure from the air.
‘£60 all in…’ I said, in my sluttiest voice.
‘I’d like to see what I’m buying,’ he said.
I untied the belt of my coat and let it fall open, straightening up as I did. He reached through the window and squeezed my breasts like he was checking the ripeness of fruit at the produce aisle.
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‘Very nice. Do you always go without knickers when you’re working?’ His eye fixed on mine, and a few moments of silence passed.
‘I was wearing some, but before you arrived, I sold them to a guy who paid me fifty quid for them. They were really wet too. I expect he wanted to smell them while he touches himself.’
‘Slutty whore… Get in.’
I did as I was told, and as I fastened my seatbelt, he dropped £60 in three crisp twenties in my lap.
There’s a local builder’s merchant just on the edge of the trading estate. There’s a compound and, by the side, a small patch of scrub between the fence and the tangle of bushes and trees next to it. There was no CCTV, which is why couples use it for this sort of thing. It wasn’t perfectly private, and there was a reasonable chance of being seen, which is probably why he picked there to drive me to. I opened my coat while we were driving and put my hand between my legs, wriggling around in the seat.
As soon as he was parked I put my hand across, unzipped him and got to work, being sure to make lots of obscene sounds of sucking and little moans while I was doing so. It didn’t take very long before he told me to stop and ‘get out of the car’. I obeyed and stood, indolently, leaning with my bum against the front wing while he came towards me, cock hard and jutting rudely.
Sean grabbed my coat and pulled it down over my shoulders, simultaneously pulling me away from the car so that the coat fell to the ground, leaving me wearing just my heels, stockings and the ridiculous stocking-mesh mini-dress, which concealed nothing.
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He spun me around and pushed the back of my head down towards the car bonnet, getting a knee between my legs and roughly separating them; yanking the mini-dress up over my hips. I got the impression this was not going to be prolonged or romantic. I had a pack of condoms in my pocket, for the sake of authenticity, but we were way past that. Well, I was, anyway.
I’d been very wet all evening, and by this stage, I was just soaking. I could feel it trickling down my inner thighs. His hard cock pushed into me to the hilt in a single thrust, and I immediately tipped over into an orgasm, my legs buckling as I slumped against the car, shuddering. I probably shouldn’t have played with myself in the car on the way here…
‘Fuck, you’re wet,’ he gasped.
I’m not normally multi-orgasmic, but I was in such a state that I could immediately feel another one bubbling away as he continued to thrust. He was calling me all sorts of names, dirty little whore, cheap slut etc. This is like catnip to me and I leaned into it, giving myself fully to the moment, almost wishing that someone would discover us and see me being taken and used like this. My second orgasm was rushing up quickly like a huge breaker approaching the beach, but just at that moment, he abruptly pulled out and instructed me to get down on my knees in front of him.
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He hadn’t timed it very well because the first spurt hit my cheek as I was still getting into position. I quickly fastened my mouth around him and flicked my tongue around as he groaned and twitched. As he subsided, I pulled my head back and looked up into his eyes as I swallowed hard. My orgasm was still there, just teetering on the brink. I wiped my cheek with a finger and reached my hand down. As soon as my fingers found their mark, I crashed over the edge, gasping as I shook from head to toe, kneeling in front of him like the obedient little whore I was.
Of course, there was a discussion to be had afterwards.
Sean told me that he had planned to be late. He was very turned on at the thought of watching me as I stood on the pavement looking for ‘trade’ and had sat in his car a little way away watching. He had been simultaneously shocked and turned on when he saw me being approached and had seen something happening, but had been too far away to see the panties transaction take place. I described it all for him, and this led to another round of fucking in our kitchen when we arrived home. While we were in the full throes of it, up against the kitchen island, he said that he was turned on thinking about me fucking someone else while he watched. I didn’t think he meant it, but the subject came up again some while later…
And that, my lovely ones, is a story for another day!
Love, Jaimie. xxx
Links and Stuff
I’m wearing my favourite ‘budget’ seamed stockings in the photo above. Thats not to suggest they are cheap and nasty – quite the opposite: the quality is fantastic for the price. They seem very resistant to laddering as well which, with me, is an excellent feature.
2 thoughts on “Even Further Fantasies of Being A Whore”
Oh good lord *wow*
Really felt the fear in that. I was sweating reading part 2.
And now I’m equally eager to try something like this with my own bf
I’d recommend having a stiff drink for ‘Dutch courage’ beforehand! It was madly exciting and gave our sex life a real boost for a while afterwards, but my main memory from this little episode was how shit-scared I was! Jx